kitchen dining table experience

Intro

Instrumental guitar riff with a medieval touch

Verse 1

Don’t stare at that old clock goddamn

Chipped plate, fork in my shaking hand

Fuck this scraping sound, I can’t stand

Spoon rattles, motherfucker, understand

Chorus

Sitting at the fucking table alone

Crumbs on the wood, cold to the bone

Staring at my life, it’s all fucking gone

Broken glass and I’m holding on

Verse 2

Burnt toast, bitter fucking taste left

Dull edge knife, I cut what’s left

Sign of the times, just more regret

Dust, crumbs, and I’m fucking spent

Pre-Chorus

I can’t wash it away, stains won’t fade

No blessing here, never fucking prayed

Table for one, and I’m just afraid

This kitchen’s hell that I made

Chorus

Sitting at the fucking table alone

Crumbs on the wood, cold to the bone

Staring at my life, it’s all fucking gone

Broken glass and I’m holding on

[Outro guitar solo with a medieval tone][Outro guitar solo with a medieval tone]